Logs:An Important Question
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| RL Date: 4 June, 2015 |
| Who: Dee, Lilah |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Candidate Dee delivers laundry to weyrwoman Lilah and asks her an important question. |
| Where: Lilah's Sanitized Watercolor Weyr, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 28, Month 12, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: N'rov/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Back-dated to pre-clutching. |
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>---< Lilah's Sanitized Watercolor Weyr, Fort Weyr >-------------------------<
The whole of this weyr seems strangely sanitized and impersonal, with
walls painted white and cleaned often if the subtle shine is any
indication. The first room is vaguely triangular in shape, with the
generous dragon's wallow carved into a deep curve towards the right. The
rest of it appears to have been left as a reception room, a white-washed,
stone table centered between the wallow and the far-left wall with its
surface kept clear of any knickknacks and four varnished, wooden chairs of
simple taste each claiming a side. On the left wall runs a long, brass
shelf, upon which sits a small collection of bound books and a large
fantastical watercolor depicting a scene that could never exist anywhere
in Pern. Hooks under the shelf hold flight gear and even a flamethrower,
still leaving space for more.
A wide, doorless entryway at the northmost point of the triangle leads
through to the rider's private quarters - an oval-shaped room a third of
the size of the last. Within, the hearth is small, but finely-decorated
with ceramic, white tiles, with a woven brass safety screen protecting the
room from embers. The double bed lies in the left-hand portion of the
room, made up with crisp, white linens and a down comforter covered with
soft, white fabric embroidered with raised white vines. A white, wool
blanket lies folded neatly at the bottom of the bed. In the middle of the
far wall, another unprotected archway heralds the existence of another
room: a small bathing room, complete with pool, basin and shelves, which
hold a container of soapsand and a stack of towels. Dee's arrival to Eliyaveith's ledge at the appointed time is quiet. The woven wicker basket in the candidate's arms is covered by the usual draw-string 'cap' that protects the contents from any haphazard dirt or other undesirable things in the trek from the laundry to the junior's weyr. The tall brunette comes to a stop before she encroaches on Eliyaveith, though considerably nearer than a holdbred candidate might dare. The girl's clothes show signs of the work of the day in the form of still drying water marks on the thighs of her trousers and about her simple tan shirt, revealing the vague outline of the work apron common to the laundry. Surely, she wasn't set to doing the laundry, but perhaps hanging wet garments to dry or offering elbow grease to combat the particularly stubborn stains; the clean batch she holds must have none of these, of course (unless someone overlooked something), but her greeting to the queen is both amicable and polite, "Good day, Eliyaveith. I've got Weyrwoman Lilah's linens for her." Eliyaveith's large, bronzey form occupies a good portion of her ledge, stubbornly outdoors despite the weather so that the queen can overlook the weyrlings that are training outside, content to watch the baby dragons that are claimed as family. There is no denying, anymore, that she carries eggs; she is heavy with them to the point that it must be uncomfortable to move. The Candidate on her ledge is enough to pull her focus from the weyrling exercises, her reluctance melting away as she catches that white knot in the sweep of a whirling gaze. She stretches out her neck to extend her muzzle to the young woman, nosing at her shoulder almost thoughtfully. It isn't really an answer to Dee's greeting, but surely she is used to not getting proper answers from dragons. Dee shifts the basket with care to her hip so she can free up a hand for Eliyaveith. "You look well," is earnest compliment to the dragon. The girl's hand has turns of dragon-touching experience if a bit of uncertainty where it comes to the gold's particular preferences. "Are you looking forward to taking the Sands?" is offered as conversationally as if she expected to receive some sort of proper answer. A soft, simple rumble meets Dee's question, hard to read as agreement or disagreement as Eliyaveith answers that question. But her muzzle bumps up against her hand, briefly, as she shifts slowly, the whole bulk of her rolling to readjust her stomach to a more comfortable position. Her intent gaze does not leave the Candidate, though. Dee's hazel gaze travels with an innocent curiosity to Eliyaveith egg-heavy parts, and then away again with a touch of a blush, back to the gold's face. "I'm sure it will be a fine clutch." Her words are infused with optimism. The candidate shifts the basket back into both arms to wait quietly then. This, at least, they are both in agreement on; Eliyaveith's head dips in a clear nod that even a human couldn't mistake for anything other than it is. Then she swings her head around in a gesture to the weyr's entrance, briefly, before her attention finally returns to the weyrlings in the bowl below, where the ledge overlooks. "Thank you," is the answer to the gesture which the girl catches and obeys the instruction of without seeming to question it. Dee's stride is comfortable in her body if not her surroundings. There's an edge of nervous energy to her gait as she places her feet carefully toward the inner weyr. The careful movement minimizes what dirt flake off her boots, and the fact that she has been doing as many (if not more) candidate chores than craft ones probably has helped reduce the amount of build-up on them, but they're still not clean, and certainly nowhere near as clean as the immaculate Weyr. It may not be a conscious recognition of the cleanliness that adds to the girl's nerves, but for some reason when she arrives toward the inner weyr, she uses a hushed call, "Ma'am?" to seek out Lilah in the large space. It is from the inner part of her weyr that Lilah appears, dressed in a simple, silken robe of the same spotless white as the rest of the weyr. Well, not so much, anymore; the goldrider's gaze falls to the bit of dirt that Dee has managed to drag in, but perhaps surprisingly, there is no lecture or acknowledgement of it further. Instead, she directs, "I have a bag to go down to laundry on the bed," but she holds out a hand to take the basket that the Candidate holds, gaze steady on the young woman in an unsubtle study. "Yes, ma'am," is respectful and qualmless. Dee holds the basket out to the Weyrwoman first, "Shall I fetch it?" is asked, but only perhaps because the candidate is unsure if she's been instructed to breach the inner walls of Lilah's private abode. She looks back at the junior, perhaps only belatedly taking note of the way she's being regarded herself. She turns her head just slightly to look at the redhead askance, "What?" It's not an impolite use of the single word, only a touch uncertain. Perhaps she has something on her face left over from breakfast and simply doesn't realize it. "Nothing," is how Lilah dismisses her study, though it doesn't seem like nothing in the way she glances at the young woman once more before turning towards that table to set down the basket, there. And she immediately moves to fold back the cap and inspect the linens, offering to Dee with a dry sense of humor, "Well, I wasn't telling you just for your information." "Then I suppose I ought to go get it," Dee reasons in deadpan response, but too soon flashes a perky smile at the older woman. She starts to move that way, only slows a moment later and stops, twisting back, "Weyrwoman Lilah?" It's uncertain. "May I ask you a question?" Probably, she means another in addition to this one that's she's already asked. "Yes, Candidate?" allows Lilah, a towel set aside as it meets the inspection before her gaze lifts to find Dee, rather than returning to inspecting the basket. "Ma'am-" is gathering courage. Dee's question comes in a rush and with a blush, "Do you think Bronzerider N'rov was full of shit?" A laugh catches in Lilah's throat for the question, but she has to clarify, "About?" There is a hint of humored implication in her tone that he might be full of shit about so much. Dee blinks owlishly at Lilah as if the caught sound was unexpected. Perhaps it was telling in itself. Still, she does clarify: "The future. My future." Then, quieter, "The future of Lux's Ledge." She looks almost embarrassed to have added that last, her eyes on the floor briefly before they rise back to the weyrwoman's face. "No one can tell the future," replies Lilah simply, her brow curving upwards for the clarification even as that humor fades. "I would think you'd know that well enough by now." A pause, before she even adds, "And, I wouldn't take anything N'rov says seriously." The candidate's fingers pick at her trouser leg a moment. "He said we have to pull together." The words come in a murmur that might be meant more for Dee herself than Lilah. How the younger girl feels about what she should know by now or if, in fact, she does know it even now after being so plainly told is anyone's guess for those thoughts don't make an appearance on her face before she's turning to move along her original course to retrieve the bag of laundry. "An easy thing to say," is a sharp answer on the goldrider's part, for all that Dee's words weren't meant for her. Lilah doesn't pursue that conversation further, though, as she returns to the basket that the Candidate delivered. Dee doesn't make answer to that, though her head ducks just a bit more and her pace to fetch the laundry and return hastens. "Will this be all, Weyrwoman?" is asked upon her return, the bag hefted over her shoulder. The curve of a brow is a challenge to Dee's question, Lilah's attention lingering there for a moment, before she relents to say simply, "That will be all." A pause, though, and it's only once Dee has reached the entrance to the weyr that the junior weyrwoman raises her voice to add, "If you really wanted to predict the future, Candidate, you would study the past. There is enough of that recorded, here." Dee pauses briefly when Lilah offers that advice, hazel gaze landing on the older woman's face. "Yes, ma'am," sounds like it might be automatic, but then again, it might not. She doesn't sound ungrateful, simply like her thoughts are already somewhere else, far from the here and now. Then she's gone, gone to deliver the Weyrwoman's laundry and continue with her day's duties. |
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